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Monday, June 29, 2020

Rock Paper Balls II: Pick A Card


This is a continuation of Rock, Paper, Balls: Straight Roommate Contest published back in 2017.

James had shared a small house with his good friends Hector and Sam for years. It had been a month since an ordinary game of nutball had gone off the rails and turned into a wild train-fuck that resulted in gallons of cum flowing everywhere and Hector's giant Spanish eggs almost being cracked wide open. There was still a large dark patch on one of the couch cushions where Sam's epic load had totally saturated the fabric. It had been quite the evening but just as suddenly as the sexual tension had exploded, it went away.

Literally the next day things had resumed as if nothing unusual at all had happened between James - who was gay - and his ostensively straight roommates. If they talked about that night at all it was just three bros laughing about a game of nutball with no mention of what happened after the game ended. Hector and Sam continued their revolving door of hookups with women even James had to admit were hot and the two gym rats continued their playful teasing of their lustful roommate. They would parade around the house wearing only tight-fitting underwear and chat with James casually, almost daring him not to divert his eye contact to their mounding crotches. 

It was a typical Friday night and the three twenty-somethings were lounging on their couch enjoying some of Hector's signature margaritas and casually chatting over the random Netflix movie playing in the background. The couch was quite small and though there was another armchair in the room, James found himself sandwiched between the two muscular jocks. It was warm so all three of them were wearing baggy shorts and tank tops and Hector's and Sam's thighs were resting against James's. He slyly stole glances of his handsome roommates and admired how their powerful chests were hugged by their too-tight shirts. Yet another example of them teasing him, he thought.

"Is anyone actually watching this?" Hector asked as some kind of space battle scene played out on the television.

Everyone shook their heads no. Hector grinned as he pulled out his phone and swiped to cast his screen to the television. Jame's mouth opened in shock and Sam chuckled at his roommate's exasperation.

"Dude! What the fuck?" James asked in confusion.

Sam and Hector gave each other shit face grins as Sam placed a hand on James's thigh. Meanwhile on the screen was a familiar video from some porn site showing a handsome brunette lad in his underwear standing in the middle of a living room while a tall woman in a dominatrix catsuit and holding a whip continually slammed her leather boot into his crotch. The production value left something to be desired and the man was clearly exaggerating his reactions to the dom's poorly aimed, weak-looking kicks but it got James excited none the less. 

"I'm going to smash your pathetic little nuts," she giggled as her boot collided again with a thud.

The man wailed and dropped to his knees. The clip ended and now it was the same young man, this time tied to a chair with his naked balls trapped in a plexiglass vice. The same leather-clad woman was tightening to screws, flattening his fat nuts as he screamed into his gag.

"Oh, what's the matter? I thought you were a big strong man! You can take it," 

Another turn of the screws and another scream. James sat with his mouth agape as he watched the man's truly beautiful nuts getting flattened. He tore himself away long enough to look at Hector in bewilderment but the adorable Spaniard only giggled before the next video cued up. This time it was a blonde jock who looked a lot like Sam being kicked in the nuts by a line of women one after another.

"You know, you really shouldn't leave your tablet lying around unlocked," James smiled.

"Yeah, and I thought you were gay, dude," Hector teased.

James's heart started thundering in his chest and felt himself getting hot from embarrassment. These were indeed sites he had recently browsed on his tablet in what he thought was the privacy of his own room.  He stood up quickly and turned to face them his face red with embarrassment. 

"Female on male stuff is easier to find and I... well you know, the guy is hot. I don't need to ... I don't need to explain myself to you," James stammered. 

James's embarrassment was quickly turning to indignation. After all, he wasn't the only one with taboo interests. Why should he feel any more embarrassed than Hector who he had walked in watching lesbian porn just a few weeks ago, he thought. 

Sam gave Hector a smirk.

"Is female stuff easier to find? You might want to rethink that statement,"

Hector pointed toward the television and James turned to see a huge muscle jock tied to a bed while another equally studly man in a leather mask pounded his nuts with his fists. The tied jock bellowed in agony and the loud impacts against his eggs made James's cock twitch.

As James watched the hot scene playing on the screen and his nine-inch cock swelled to its full mast, barely contained by his waistband, his indignation turned to annoyed anger. Here it was yet again, his hot unobtainable housemates flaunting sex in front of him for a cheap laugh. He wasn't sure which he wanted to do more, punch them in the balls or make out with them.

He turned to his roommates who were both laughing and pointing at Jame's hard cock like it was just a scene from a slapstick comedy movie.

"You guys are dicks, you know that? I like guys, I get off on ballbusting and sometimes I watch shit with women in it."

Hector and James roared with laughter at their flustered, geekish roommate. James rolled his eyes and went to storm off when he was stopped by Hector reaching out and gently grabbing his wrist.

"James, relax. Relax, dude. We're just teasin' you,"

"Yeah, you two would probably unfriend me if you saw the shit in my porn history," Sam laughed.

Hector batted his eyelashes and gave James's hand a gentle squeeze. James instantly felt his temperature going down as he rolled his eyes and sat back down.  Sam and Hector gave each other odd looks as if non-verbally arguing which of them should speak next. Hector apparently lost.

"Well, when we saw that it kind of got us both thinking maybe it's time for a rematch, you know, from the other time," Hector said.

Sam and Hector stood and faced James with their crotches at his eye level and James could just imagine their big, hanging nuts swinging just behind the fabric. Sam reached into his shorts and pulled his package out so that it was bulging over the waistband and to James's surprise Sam's seven inches was semihard. More interesting for James though were the two massive nuts hanging below it covered in a thin layer of blond fuzz. Hector followed suit and his massive cock slumped lazily over two egg-sized bollocks.  James sat in stunned silence as his eyes darted between the four massive orbs just begging to get pounded flat.  James's cock was visibly pulsing in his lap as his mind replayed the night he had felt Hector's huevos nearly burst in his hands.

"So, um, are you guys serious right now, or are you fucking with me? Because if you think this shit is funny..."

"Yeah, we're serious and by the looks of your browser history you'd be down,"

"Right, see which one of us has balls of steel and which one of us is gonna' be scooped out of the gene pool," Sam laughed as he gave Hector's nuts a swift backhand. 

"So, we found this game online that might be hot to try..." Sam began.

Sam and Hector explained how they had come across a ballbusting game online that they had unsuccessfully tried to talk one of their lady friends to play with them.  The rules were quite simple. One person would play the role of the Nutcracker, in this case James, and the contestants would pick cards from a deck one after another with the face value indicating the number of blows and the suit indicating the type.

Spades were squeezing for the specified number of seconds. Hearts were punches. Diamonds were kicks. And clubs, appropriately, were a mallet strike. James rose his eyebrow at that detail but wasn't about to contest. Rules were rules after all he thought with a smile. The game would end when one of the contestants gave up and the loser would have to let the other players and the Nutcracker unleash their pent up loads all over them. In the example game Hector had read about, the guy was soaked in a bukkake, but with the three of them, the ending might be slightly less messy. Either way, James was guaranteed the opportunity to bust both of their balls - multiple times - and splatter one of their faces with sperm. He secretly wished Hector would lose since he always wanted to splatter his handsome olive-skinned face.  

"This sounds wild you guys," James laughed.

The atmosphere was sophomoric and fun, like their first game, but the sexual tension was at a fever pitch.

"Not gonna' lie, I kinda' liked the old punishment better," James grinned.

Sam put a hand over his backside as James and Hector burst into laughter. 

"Not funny man! It hurt to walk after that," Sam snapped back in feigned annoyance. 

"What happens if we get through the whole deck and no one gives up?"

Hector and Sam looked at each other. They hadn't considered that. There were fifty-two cards in a deck and after the flagrant disregard James had shown toward their future kids the last time, the two assumed the game wouldn't last that long before one of them waved the white flag.

"How about, if we win, we get to paint you,"

Hector ran the back of his index finger along James's cheek.

"More like this!"

Sam placed his entire palm on James's face and made splashing noises with his mouth as he rubbed his roommate's face. After the huge mess Sam had left on the couch after their last romp James was sure the analogy was accurate. The three laughed as Sam went into the kitchen to grab the meat tenderizer mallet. Hector gulped as Sam handed James the heavy metal mallet.

"Dude, you aren't gonna' use the spiked side, right?"

James smiled but didn't answer as he casually beat the head of the mallet into his palm.

Soon the living room had been turned into a makeshift arena with the furniture moved to the periphery making a clearing for the shenanigans that were about to go down and James was ready with his mallet and a freshly shuffled deck of cards. He pulled out the two jokers and was about to offer the fanned out deck to Sam to pick a card and start the game but Hector picked up the discarded cards and placed them back into the deck.

"What do jokers mean,"

"It's a neat twist. I think you'll like it, James,"

Hector explained that instead of Sam and Hector being the only ones picking cards, James would also pick a card between rounds to thin out the deck. Hector and Sam would hope James picked out the joker because if it was still in the deck and was picked by either one of them...

"It's sweet dreams for our kids, bro,"  Hector said with a wink.

James remembered back to how Hector had moaned for James to really fuck up his nuts the last time and he felt his dick getting even harder.

If a joker was pulled, James would have free reign over any pair of nuts he chose for a long as he wanted using any standard tool in his arsenal of kicks, squeezes, punches, or the mallet.

Sam noticed James's excitement at the prospect of going no-holds-barred on his sexy roommates.

"Don't worry, Hector. You didn't want kids anyway!" Sam laughed giving the bulge in Hector's sack a backhand slap.

"Fuck you, glass balls!"

Just before James offered the deck for Sam to pick his first card he decided to go for broke.

"I think you guys should be naked, give me a better view of what I'm working with," 

Hector and Sam shrugged as they peeled out of their clothes. They were both five foot eight, beefy studs with rippling abs and nearly perfect bodies that they honed daily at the gym. James didn't even try to hide his lust as he stared into Sam's riveting blue eyes before turning his attention to Hector's chiseled face that was partially obscured by his thick black hair. Between their thighs swung four of the biggest, fattest nuts James had ever seen and he had blown hundreds of loads thinking about them under a woodworking vice that got flatter and flatter and flatter until... James always explosively came every time the vice would completely close, imagining those overstuffed sacks full of mush. He especially got off thinking about Hector's huge, hanging sack getting pounded until...

"Bro, calm down! The game hasn't even started yet," Sam laughed pointing at the massive tent in Jame's slacks.

"Okay, playtime is over, let's start!"

Sam picked the first card. It was the three of diamonds.

"Spread 'em"

Sam dutifully obliged but just before James took his kick he darted out of the room and returned wearing his sneakers.

"Come on bro, really?"

"What's the matter bubble balls? Afraid they'll pop?"  Hector said laughing at this own stupid joke.

"Fine, they're all yours,"

James didn't spend any time lining up the game's first kick. Instead, he sent his sneaker sailing into Sam's hanging nuts and felt them crunch between his toe and Sam's body.

"Oooh!"

Sam bit his lip but stood upright as James delivered two more devastating kicks, each one followed by an echoing wack. Sam's balls were still bouncing as Hector pulled out the ace of spades.

"Fuck!"

Hector was taken aback at the unmasked malice in James's reaction to pulling such a low numbered card. James was not messing around.

James squatted in front of Hector and took his beefy right nut in his palm giving it a sharp, firm squeeze.

"One... and you're done!" 

Hector winced through the incredibly painful yet short squeeze. It had only been a second, but James's thumb was pressing deep into Hector's nut.

Next James picked a card, the three of spades, before holding the deck out to Sam. He drew the six of hearts and his eyes grew huge.

"Get against the wall, face the wall," 

The maliciousness in James's command was mildly disturbing but Sam obeyed, standing with his legs slightly spread and his chest pressed against the wall. James salvaged at the site of his roommate's hole but the real price was the bloated sack hanging under it.  James squatted down and balled his fist. Sam took a deep breath trying to brace himself but was still totally unprepared for what happened next.

WHAM  WHAM WHAM CRUNCH WHAM THUD

James's fist slammed into Sam's balls like a piston, squashing them between Jame's knuckles and the unyielding wall. The blows were so rapid that the assault was over before Sam had fully registered it had begun. James thoroughly enjoyed feeling Sam's balls warp slightly around his knuckles and got hard as a rock feeling them compress against the wall. Finally, James let Sam slump to the floor as he turned to Hector as Sam nursed his aching sack.

"Fuck dude!" he wheezed.

James wasn't nearly as gym sculpted as his housemates but he was certainly not in bad shape. What he lacked in sheer power he was more than making up for with determination and adrenaline.  Hector drew the king of spades and he instantly felt a pit in his stomach. He faked being unconcerned as he stood with his legs spread wide as James got on his knees. James looked up at his smoking hot roommate and made eye contact before he gently cupped Hector's right nut. James was in the perfect position to give Hector the blowjob of a lifetime and Hector's semihard cock looked like he wouldn't object, but James was on a more important mission.

"Oooh!"

Hector's dark eyes crossed and his knees buckled slightly as James put all of his strength into crushing Hector's mega nut for 13 glorious seconds. As James counted down, he concentrated on the feeling of Hector's nut in his hand. It was incredibly dense and barely yielded its shape until James started pressing his thumb into it halfway through. Hector squealed and James made a mental note: Doesn't like pin-point pressure.

"That's time!" 

James released Hector's nut and the hunky Spaniard clutched his balls and plopped down on the couch. James pulled the queen of hearts out of contention before Sam drew the jack of spades.

"I want you on all fours," James barked.

Sam complied and he looked like an animal waiting to be milked with his massive man-utters hanging between his legs.  James squatted down, took Sam's left nut in his hand and started his eleven-second squeeze. Sam tried not to cry out as the space in James's hand got smaller in smaller. James noted how Sam's nuts seemed much more malleable than Hector's and by the time he withdrew his hand Sam's ball was bright pink.

"Fuck!"  

Sam collapsed onto his stomach and James licked his lips as his toned ass jutted into the air. 

Next was Hector who was unlucky enough to draw the king of hearts.  Sam chuckled as Hector assumed the position against the wall with his legs spread.  James couldn't help but admire the massive dark orbs juxtaposed against the bland white wall as he made a fist and pounded into Hector's bag as hard as he could, leaning into the blow. Hector coughed and screamed out as James methodically landed each blow. They weren't as fast as he had done with Sam giving Hector's nuts a brief reprieve between membrane-cracking blows.  For the last punch, James threw everything he had into the punch and squealed in delight as he felt Hector's nuts suddenly flatten dramatically into the wall. The impact was enough to vibrate a picture frame on the wall and Hector's nuts were pancakes between James's knuckles and the wall.  Hector wailed in agony as he collapsed to his knees and grabbed his balls, fondling them gently to inspect for the damage he thought had been inflicted in the last punch. 

"Don't worry, they're still there for now," James whispered into Hector's ear.

Despite his pain, Hector's cock started to swell up as his roommate's hot breath struck his ear.

James withdrew the king of clubs out of the deck and his roommates openly sighed with relief.  The feeling was short-lived though as Sam drew the ten of clubs and looked at James pleadingly. 

"Du-du-dude. Come on man..." 

Sam stuttered as James picked up the metal meat tenderizer and approached Sam. He ordered Sam to stand with his legs spread, chest against the wall and watched Sam's stuffed ballbag resting against it.  James lined up the smooth end of the mallet against Sam's nuts and laughed.

"Last chance to give up, Sam,"

"Just do it ma...Oooooh!"

Sam's mouth exploded into a cartoonish O shape as James slammed the mallet into his boys. Full force. Even Hector winced at the loud, firm thuds that came after each blow. A picture fell off the wall from the vibration of the mallet striking the wall through Sam's nutsack.  Sam's spuds were hideously flattened ten times and he struggled to even stay upright, clutching at the wall and sobbing as James laid waist to his jewels. By the time James was done, Sam's sack was bright red which made it look even bigger.

"Christ!" 

Sam grabbed his balls and fell to the ground. He was crying and James found himself incredibly turned on as Sam's etched muscles were shown off by his frantic writhing. James had reduced one of his dreamy housemates to tears and the game had hardly started.

"Sam. Man, are you okay," Hector asked helping Sam to the couch.

"He's fine, now pick a card,"

Hector defiantly snatched a card from the deck and shuttered. It was the jack of diamonds, a free pass for his increasingly sadistic roommate to crush his nuts with his shoe eleven times - a prospect that ironically made his cock throb even as his testicles tried frantically to claw their way back into his abdomen.  Sam told Hector to get on all fours so that his hefty bag was swinging low between his legs. With his knees spread wide, Hector was in an absolutely perfect posture to have his brains pounded out and the tent in Jame's shorts made it look like that was exactly what was about to happen. He wondered if Hector would even try to fight back. Sam certainly hadn't.

"Do you give up?" James asked as he took a position between Hector's legs.

"And let that blonde bimbo win? No way, man. Bring it on!"

CRUUUUNCH!

Hector screamed out and collapsed to his stomach after only one kick. James had kicked them so hard that they were flattened into dense meat patties against his body, the force actually lifting him from the ground.  His partially erect cock flopped around as his balls were mauled.

"Fuck... James... "

James knelt down and whispered into Hector's ear as the hunky Spaniard rolled around.

"You know what's gonna' happen eventually if you don't give up. Pop goes the weasel," 

Hector felt his cock fully become engorged at the veiled threat to his manhood. He struggled to get back into position and panted as he steadied himself allowing his nuts to hang down once more. Sam's eyes grew wide as he watched Hector's massive fully hard cock pulsing with each heartbeat and Hector's knees were still a bit wobbly when...

CRUUUUUUNCH

"Holy fuck, dude!" Sam screamed out.

A disturbing, loud crunch echoed through the living room as Hector's back half was again thrust into the air, his huge nuts compressed between James's foot and his body through the entire arch of the kick.  Hector felt a nauseating knot in his stomach and his eyes rolled into his head as the next volley of kicks landed with deadly accuracy.  Hector's swelling nuts bounced wildly and James cackled with lust as he felt them being destroyed underfoot. It was easily the hottest sensation he'd ever had and the more Hector sobbed and screamed the harder Jame's got. The violent string of kicks continued until Sam screamed out.

"James! Stop! That's eleven!"  

James gave Sam a glassy-eyed look as his leg was pulled back to unleash a twelfth kick as he was snapped back into reality. He had been almost in a trance as he looked down at Hector's broad, muscular back as he was kicking his dangling nuts with reckless abandon. He'd lost all track of the count.

Hector let out a throaty scream and collapsed into a heap of muscle. James snickered as he pulled out the three of clubs before handing the deck to Sam.

Sam nervously picked a card and flipped it to reveal the five of spades. Five seconds of devastating squeezing.  

"Dude, you're really trying to wreck us, aren't you?" Sam asked in a near whisper.

James just smiled back as Sam stood with his legs spread wide, expecting James to swoop to his knees. Instead, James stood toe to toe with the sexy blonde and stared deep into Sam's piercing blue eyes. Sam was so fucking hot, James thought, it would be a shame if he wasn't able to pass along his goods looks to a son. James reached down and took one of Sam's prodigious nuts in each hand and squeezed as hard as he could as he counted down the seconds.

Sam's boyishly handsome face became a mask of pain as James dug his thumbs into his balls. Sam tried not to scream, instead, he pleaded with his eyes but James only stared back at him coldly. It became apparent to Sam that James really did not care whether or not Sam or Hector came out of the game whole, but unlike Hector, the prospect filled Sam with fear, and his cock shrank into a nub.

James released them after five seconds and Sam, his eyes still locked on James's slowly fell to his knees.  Hector had barely recovered from his last encounter with Jame's foot and cautiously withdrew a card...

The next several rounds went disappointingly fast for James but seemed to drag on forever for his aching roommates.  They had gone through nearly every spade - and Hector and Sam had the swollen, darkening sacks to prove it. James's hand actually cramped after giving Sam's tender nuggets a nearly nut-popping seven-second squeeze

Jame's had landed a bone-crushing knee style kick on Sam that landed so hard James was surprised the drywall behind them wasn't dented. 

Hector had his nuts pounded by the mallet with one well-aimed, malicious strike and then he immediately had to endure three punches that he thought were going to make him spit up his nuts. Sam endured two punches that floored him one after the other and turned his entire sack purplish-red. James was delighting in the symphony of falsetto and castrato that filled the house to say nothing of the increasingly unhealthy looking state of the four eggs at his mercy. They were all swollen and covered in a colorful array of reds, purples, and nearly black bruises. Sam's nuts felt particularly softer and even Hector's hefty stones were starting to crumble.  But each time James gave them an opportunity to quit, both of them defiantly passed. Hector, despite the devastating pain and truly awful appearance of his nuts, was getting off by having his nuts bashed in and Sam was too cocky to be the first to admit defeat.

James was throbbing hard throughout the entire game and was keeping his cock upright and out of the way by using the elastic of his shorts to hold it in place. His leaking cock head was making quite a gooey stain on his shirt and he was anxious to Hector to finally give up so that he could paint his face with his boiling load. Hector seemed to be the one closest to defeat and was taking longer between sessions before picking a card.

James picked the next card and literally hurled it to the ground in disappointment.

"Fuck!"

Hector and Sam gave each other concerned glances. James had drawn one of the two jokers, taking it out of play and his reaction made it clear he would have preferred Sam or Hector had pulled it.  Next Sam who pulled the four of diamonds.  He stood in the middle of the living room with his legs spread and dared James to do his worst. Which is exactly what he did.

James sent his shoe sailing in a graceful arc that collided with the underside of Sam's sack, compressing it and causing Sam's eyes to bug out. Sam thought he was going to vomit and immediately collapsed to the ground. It took an agonizing forty seconds before the wailing Sam was able to pick himself back up and he stood with wobbling knees as James delivered the next three blows in rapid order. On the last blow, James was sure he felt something in Sam's sack break, and a sickening wet 'pop' reverberated through Sam's head. 

"Holy fuck dude! Holy fuck!" 

Sam collapsed and frantically felt his nuts, convinced once of them had actually cracked. Instead, all he found was a hideous, huge bruise that had erupted just under the surface of his scrotum. The injury looked devastating but his balls, for now, were still technically whole. 

Hector drew the six of diamonds and was on all fours obediently before James even had to ask. Hector's sack was purple from bruising and was swollen to nearly twice its normal size. Its thick walls were starting to cave in and six more ass-raising kicks were not going to bode well for them.

CRUUUUNCH

"Gaaah!"

Hector's abs looked like a washboard as he tensed his abdomen in a desperate attempt to maintain a plank position despite the nauseating pain radiating from this crotch. James noticed that Hector's hefty balls that had started out hard as rocks were folding around the shape of his foot like two large mounds of clay. James stared down at Hector with steely-eyed determination as he gave each kick everything he had, wanting for Hector's balls to flatten and then permanently warp around his shoe, their structural integrity completely gone. Alas, by the sixth kick Hector's balls were still their puffy, round shape.  Hector crawled over to the couch and sat next to Sam.

They sat with their legs spread wide, hands nursing their literally bruised balls, panting and sweating profusely, making their muscles glisten. Their faces were both streaked with tears and Sam looked especially disheveled, his abs permanently tensed from pain.

"What do you say, Sam? Want to just give up and let me hose you down with this?"

James stepped out of his shorts, grabbed his throbbing cock, and pointed it at Sam's face. It was inches away and James wanted to grab the back of Sam's head and force him to take all nine inches down his throat and Sam looked defeated enough to just do it if it spared him any more ball pain. Sam looked up at James - his lip quivering - before putting his head back down.

"James, you're destroying us!" 

"Well, then one of you give up already. Otherwise, I could do this all night long,"

James wasn't kidding. He pulled the eight of spades out of the deck and set it aside before waving the fanned out deck in front of Sam.  Sam winced as he reached out and pulled the ten of hearts.  

"No..."

Sam nearly started crying as he waited for instructions from James. James told him to stand with his back against the wall and place his hands on James's shoulders while James did the same. 

"Do you give up, buddy?"  

Sam swallowed before he spat out "Fuck you!"

Sam genuinely liked James but this malicious sadism was scary. He wondered if the violence James was unleashing on him and Hector was personal - payback for too many missed rent checks or one-too-many teases - or if James was just a ballbusting asshole who would have destroyed any guy he could if he had the chance. 

"James I... Aaaaaaaaaah!"

A sharp pain radiated through James's knee as he pounded it upward into Sam's crotch. The fact that Jame's boney knee was aching from the blow did not bode well for Sam's baby-makers. Sam's gorgeous blue eyes started leaking tears as nine more pelvic bone splitting knees crashed into Sam's cajones pulverizing them into testicle pate, or so it felt. They were definitely much softer and easier to flat and the huge things were pounded almost totally flat with each pile driving knee. Finally, the assault was over and James didn't break eye contact with Sam as he slid down the wall.

As Sam recovered Hector drew the queen of clubs and screamed. The card represented twelve chances for James to split his swollen sack open with the mallet. James grabbed Hector by his sweaty black hair and pulled him to his feet.

"James! Bro, what are you doing!" 

James pulled Hector to the wall and shoved the hunk against it with a loud thud. Hector spread his legs and tried to tense up his body to prepare for the blows as James crouched down holding the meat tenderizer.

"You give up yet?"

"Not before Sam.."

"Very well..."

CRUUUUUUUNCH SPLA--RCUNCH

Hector's eyes bulged out and he cursed something in Spanish in a guttural, gut-wrench baritone. It was such a deep, manly cry it was as if James was pounding the manhood out of him.  James was slamming the spiked end of the mallet full force into Hector's crumbling balls. The wall rattled, Hector's knees started to buckle and small welts matching the tiny spikes of the mallet appeared all over Hector's sack. The big organs bounced around desperately trying to escape but it was no used, every blow was deadly accurate. By the fifth pounding Hector screamed out:

"James! Crush them! Fuck!"

James nearly shot his load as he pulled his arm all the way back and sent the mallet sailing with brutal force.  

"Yes! Fuck... Oooooh!"

Hector was near hysterics but willed himself not to collapse on top of James, grunting and screaming as James finished out his turn.

The last blow turned Hector's right nut nearly black with bruising and Hector thought he was going to pass out as he stumbled back to the couch.  James pulled the eight of diamonds before turning the deck toward Sam.  Sam pulled out the five of hearts and actually sighed in relief that it wasn't a club or a higher number. 

He went to stand against the wall but James wanted to mix it up. He barked at the muscular blonde to stand in the middle of the room with his legs spread and arms behind his back, squatting slightly so that his bruised and battered, heavy sack swung down like a speed bag.  James got on his knees, made two fists and started pounding Sam's sack with alternating fists. Although they weren't getting as damaged by not being slammed into a wall, the firm punches were still sinking quite deep into Sam's scrotum and the crazy amount of bouncing the sack was doing between blows was a hot visual.  

For the last blow, James placed a fist on either side of Sam's junk and sent them crashing toward each other.

SPLAAAAAAAAT

Sam thought he was going to throw up as his testicles were smashed into each other, Jame's fist getting closer and closer. James's eyes lit up as he felt the space between his hands rapidly compressing, Sam's nuts felt like they were cracking! His sack got flatter as the fleshy sex pods were pushed into each other, warping and deforming horribly until they were a dense mound of flattened material that resisted any further deformation. James held the position for a moment soaking in the visual of Sam's huge nuts compressed to less than half their normal size before withdrawing his fists.  Sam let out a wheezing scream as he fell to his knees. James stood up and his raging cock was in front of Sam's lips, without thinking he grabbed the back of Sam's sweaty blonde head and pulled it forward until his cock was just a hair from plunging into Sam's mouth which was open in agony. Sam looked utterly defeated and it took every ounce of willpower not to ram his rod down Sam's throat, looking down as the inexperienced cocksucker was forced to choke and gag on the meaty fuck stick.

James took a deep breath and pushed Sam backward. The hunky stud landed with a thud on his back where he lay whimpering and clutching his balls. He wasn't even trying to make it back to the couch to rest between turns. Sam determined this was the end of the line for him; his balls were screaming red alert and his left pod had basically gone numb. Proving he had the tougher set wasn't worth it anymore. He would see if Hector gave up first on his next draw, and if he didn't, Sam would forfeit. He could only imagine the flood James was going to unleash all over him, though he didn't think Hector would be contributing any of his scrambled baby-batter to the mix. 

James stood over Hector who was sitting on the couch recovering from his last turn and held out the deck. His strong hands were shaking as he reached for the next card in the dwindling deck and his eyes grew wide and his face took on a strange expression James didn't have a word for.

"Oh, James..." Hector's deep voice trailed off.

"What is it? The king of diamonds? I would love to kick your balls up your throat thirteen times,"

James grabbed the card and shuddered, nearly doubling over as a small rope of cum shot out of his cock, landing with a wet splat on Hector's right pec. James closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing, desperately trying hold back cumming as a mini orgasm wracked his body. He was holding a joker card.

Sam was still writhing on the ground, unaware of anything around him, as James grabbed Hector by the hair and pulled him to his feet. Hector and James stood staring at each other naked, both of their cocks hard, for nearly a minute.  James was eying Hector up and down like it was the first time he had ever seen a man before, Hector was fucking perfect. A beautiful, permanently tanned stud with huge balls, a beautiful cock, and a face ripped from an haute couture runway. Combined with his dazzling, if sometimes immature, personality, Hector was fucking perfect, James thought. James debated going down on Hector, eating him out and plowing him or forcing Hector to do the same to him. Hector was such a hot fuck and definitely knew how to use his massive pole. James still jerked off thinking about the time Hector had rammed every thick inch of his cock into him from behind. James's thoughts were swirling; then he remembered he was still holding the joker card.

"I... I want you to um, against the wall. Get against the wall!"  James was stammering he was so excited.

Hector nodded stood against the wall with his ass facing out. James stood behind him, his penis head touching Hector's tight ass and he nearly blew his load again. 

"No, no. Turn around," 

James ran to the television and yanked the power cord from it and the video game consoles out of the socket. The massive LED panel teetered precariously but James didn't care. They didn't have rope so this would have to do.  He grabbed Hector and spun him partially around so that he could use the chords to tie his wrists together behind his back. They did a remarkable job of making a sturdy knot and James's slammed Hector's beefy body against the wall. The two stood looking into each other's eyes.

"Fuck yeah, James..."

"I'm gonna' fucking crush 'em this time. Finish what I started,"

Hector's cock jumped as James picked up the mallet and crouched in front of Hector's bulging sack.

"Yeah man fuckin' crush it!"

CRUUU-NN-CH

James slammed the mallet over and over into Hector's ball bag, flattening them dangerously as they were crushed into the wall. Hector screamed and moaned but kept his legs wide as his roommate sterilized him.

CRUNCH

"Oh! Hurt me, James! Fuckin' yea- Ooooh!"

Gory wet popping and crunching sounds were coming from Hector's nuts as they slowly started to lose the battle with the mallet. James was sweating from exertion and his cock stayed rock hard as he pounded Hector's bag over and over. Hector was gurgling and moaning, not really screaming, as a membrane snapped in his bag. Then another.

"Oooooh!"

James knew if he didn't stop soon Hector's eggs would be history but that realization only made him more determined. This was literally a dream coming true. 

"Oh yeah, you want it..." 

CRR-UU-NCH

Hector let out a loud noise between a scream and an affirmative grunt.

"You want me to fucking pop it don't you?"

Jame's was pounding the mallet into Hector's screaming left nut focusing exclusively on splitting the massive fruit wide open.  

"Ooooooh!" 

Hector was moaning and screaming, James was panting, there were echoing splats and Sam was still rolling on his back whimpering. He was curious about what was happening but was too punchdrunk to engage. The house sounded like the set of a porno mixed with a slasher flick.

"Aaaeee!"  

Hector let out a girlish squeal as James slammed the mallet one more time into his cracking left nut. It compressed to an unhealthy fraction of its size and was much slower to plump back up. James opened his jaw as wide as it would go and went down on Hector's throbbing cock in one go. Ten inches of cock disappeared effortlessly down James's throat and he looked up at his hot roommate as he pulled his fist back and sent it slamming into Hector's marked nut.  Hector moaned and screamed, delirious with pain and pleasure and panic. His testicle was actually starting to fracture. It had already been damaged, but still salvageable, but James wasn't stopping.

"Fuck! James! Ooooooooh!"

Hector was barely getting out words as he struggled to stay upright against the wall as James slammed his fist into Hector's sack in rhythm to his sucking.  James used his free hand to stroke his own cock which felt like it was going to explode at any minute. Meanwhile, Sam was slowly getting to his feet and looked on in horror at what was happening. He saw the joker card at Hector's feet and instantly knew what was happening.

"Hector! James! What the fuck are you doing?"

CRUU-BLOO-SSH

James shuddered as he felt Hector's bloated, huge nut flatten and deform before suddenly compressing nearly flat. And it stayed that way. Hector's beefy left nut had finally exploded in his bag.  Hector let out a deep scream that seemed to rattle the windows and blacked out even as his cock flooded Jame's mouth. James slurped and sucked as hard as he could but a gusher of cum still dripped down his chin. James let Hector's limp body slide down the wall and he landed on his butt. James pulled Hector's legs out to make a V along the floor and the passed out hunk's torso slumped forward slightly.

"Fuck dude! Holy fuck!"

Sam looked down at the half de-sexed Spaniard sitting against the wall totally vulnerable to whatever James was going to do.  James stood between Hector's legs and tapped his foot against the floor. Sam screamed out too paralyzed with shock to do anything else. James's toe collided over and over with Hector's half-deflated bag and his right nut - by virtue of being the biggest object in his sack - took the brunt of the kicks.  James reached out and held the wall for support and he let out a volley of kicks into his passed out housemate's jewels. 

"James, stop! James!"

Hector's right nut fractured in the bag and James could clearly feel the orb's collapse through his shoe. His right ball now had a permanent indentation.  James lifted his leg and stomped dead center on Hector's sack. It ballooned under the pressure. He stomped again and the sack ballooned and flattened out more and more until...

SPLAO-OOOOCRUUNSH

"FUUUUUUUCK!"

James's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he unleashed a flood of cum so voluminous and thick that there were audible splats as rope after rope festooned Hector's face, his chest, his abs and all over his ruined balls. Sam stood by stunned as James unloaded on Hector for nearly a minute. By the end of it, Hector looked like he had been at the center of a bukkake with James still standing on his flattened sack.  James went to lift his foot but lost his balance and instead ended up jamming his shoe even closer to the floor.

SPLITCH

A relatively firm chunk in Hector's sack exploded, filling his sack with meat sauce.

The destroyed testicles didn't stand a chance and terminal popping and crunching signaled the absolute end of Hector's big eggs.  The space between James's foot and the floor was barely more than half an inch, entirely too flat for Hector's balls to have survived even if they had not been tenderized first.

James turned toward Sam and the two just stared at each other for several surreal seconds. James was starting to come out of his lust induced high and was beginning to absorb the gravity of the situation. Sam legitimately looked scared of him.

"I guess this means you win," 

James said coyly.

Saturday, June 27, 2020

POPS: Knocked Down A Peg


Based on the results of the reader poll. Enjoy! 

Kyle strolled toward the small locker room late at night dripping with sweat after an intense workout. The gym was deserted except for another young man he recognized just in passing running on an elliptical. As soon as Kyle disappeared behind the door the man on the treadmill hopped off and headed to the gym's front door.

He snipped the small wire running from the lock to keycard reader outside where members scanned their cards for access, effectively locking anyone else from walking in and ruining his plan.

Kyle stood facing the shower wall oblivious to the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching.  The man had been enviously watching the arrogant jock flaunting around the gym for months and thought it was finally time someone knocked him down a peg. Or two. 

The man couldn't help but notice Kyle's enormous nuts swinging low between his legs glistening as the water cascaded over their smooth surface. This is almost too easy he thought as he reached out and grabbed the big eggs.

"What the Hell.... Oooh!"

The man squeezed Kyle's nuts as hard as he could and the dumb jock's eyes crossed in pain.  Before he could realize what happened, the man pushed Kyle onto his stomach. The man, still in his gym clothes, was soaked as he pounced on top of Kyle's back to pin him to the ground and immediately began pounding the fat orbs into the tile floor.

"Help!"

Kyle screamed as his nuts were mercilessly pounded and struggled to get up from under the much heavier jock on top of him.  Meanwhile, the man was destroying his bloated sack with ruthless efficiency, holding them firmly in place with one hand and slamming his knuckles into them with the other. Kyle writhed and screamed but the blows just kept coming. He felt himself starting to blackout from pain and that's when the man started his end game.

He rolled Kyle onto his back and stood over him and lifted his sneaker-clad shoe over him.

"God no!" Kyle screamed, looking down at his junk.

He was sure his nuts were about to be stomped into a paste. Instead, the man delivered a sharp kick to Kyle's handsome face knocking him out cold. He looked over Kyle's defenceless, toned body and focused on his giant nuts. The same nuts Kyle paraded around the locker room naked. Yeah, it was definitely time to take him down a couple of pegs.

The man got on his knees and pounded Kyle's balls with his fists until first one, then the other split, making his swelling sack take on a comical, lumpy appearance. The pristine, oblong gems inside his pouch were destroyed. The man squeezed one of Kyle's shattered balls - one in each hand - and squeezed until his knuckles were white.

Kyle's giant jock nuts were further crushed as the man pulled them as hard as he could in opposite directions. The passed out hunk whimpered as agony radiated through his body. The man could feel chords and tissue snapping inside of Kyle's bag...

RII-BLOOSH

Kyle's eyes shot open and he let out a blood-curdling scream as his left nut completely imploded at the same instance his sack split open, spilling its mushy contents onto the shower floor. Chunks of his boys were literally flushed down the drain as he attempted to crawl away. The man grabbed Kyle's dick, which was seven inches entirely flaccid and yanked. He could only imagine how big Kyle's fuck stick got when it was fully hard. And imagination would be the only way anyone would see it hard again.

Kyle let out a scream and blacked out again from pain as the man twisted his shaft until it had rotated nearly three times, destroying its connective tissue. For good measure, he grabbed the base of Kyle's fat dick with both hands as he squeezed and tugged.

There was a sickening tearing sound as he pulled Kyle's dick nearly off his body.  Satisfied, the man stood up and left the gym, leaving a barely conscious Kyle whimpering under the shower.


Monday, June 22, 2020

Spring Charity Ball(s)



Hey Guys!: This story contains explicit depictions of a consensual encounter turning more brutal than the bustee wanted which can be uncomfortable for some. Reader discretion advised.

This story is adapted by one written by Yagov Sangria.


I waited patiently as my helpers finished getting the naked young jock situated for the day's events. His name was Lenny, an athletic black-haired stud, barely in his twenties, whose countless hours at the gym had paid off handsomely. He was average height with well-defined, large muscles that were glistening in the unusually warm spring heat. Lenny's arms were tied behind his back, securing him to a wooden beam in the middle of the large pole barn.


There was a clanging of metal as stiff shackles were placed around his ankles, preventing him from closing his legs and hiding his enormous, heavy ball bag and fat cock. Another helper carefully positioned a well-lubed, ridiculously fat dildo that was attached to a pole right under Lenny's asshole, barely touching it, so that if Lenny barely slunk down the pole, he would be instantly - and violently - impaled. In short, if Lenny tried to bend his knees during the festivities he would quite literally fuck himself. I chuckled at the devious setup. Lenny smiled back being sure to stay perfectly upright as he felt the dildo barely poking his hole. 


A few rows of chairs had been set in a semi-circle around him though I was sure most of the day's participants would opt for a standing view. Next to Lenny was a small table with pales full of metal balls ranging in size with a handwritten sign with dollar amounts next to each. The smallest was only valued for a few dollars with the largest, heaviest ones priced at over one hundred dollars each. Bruce, one of my assistants for the day, was standing behind the table with a cash box ready for the fun to start.  


What a grin he has, I thought to myself as the handsome lad looked around at the activity around him. I would have thought someone trussed up like that would have at least been grimacing in anticipation, but Lenny seemed to be actually enjoying the attention his ripped body and pornographically huge equipment were garnering from my stage helpers as they got everything set up. This was the Spring Charity Ball, where men could raise as much money for a charity - or themselves - as their testicular fortitude would allow.


“All set,” 


Jack smiled at himself as he clamped a heavy metal ring around Lenny’s bull nuts, causing his balls to bulge outward and preventing them from being able to hide back inside his body. After giving the ring a tug to make sure it was tight, Jack hooked a small length of chain to the ball ring and attached a metal bucket to the other end. Lenny winced at the sudden tugged on his boys as Jack released the bucket but was mindful to keep his knees locked lest he end up sitting on the massive dildo that was waiting to invade his insides. As I helped Jack and the others set up for the other events scheduled, I kept looking back at Lenny and his massive balls and thought, he’s in for a world of hurt!


Shortly after noon, the first wave of guests filed into the barn. It was a small group, myself, Jack, my friend Reggie and a few well-dressed office types who looked like they were literally on their lunch break from some fancy office off the interstate. We were all middle-aged, not nearly as muscular as the star of the show, but none of us were particularly frail. Not like that mattered for this first round.


I walked up to Bruce, handed him a wad of cash, and picked up one of the medium-sized balls from the table. It felt much heavier in my hands than its small size suggested. I grinned. Behind me, a line had formed with men pulling out cash and credit cards which Bruce gladly accepted with a mobile app.


There had been a line painted a few feet away from Lenny where everyone had to stand to toss their weight toward the bucket. Mine landed perfectly yet Lenny barely flinched. It was quickly followed by several more until the bottom of the bucket was hidden by a layer of weights of various sizes and every guy had gone back into the line to buy more.


"C'mon guys! Use more weights! The pail is still too light." Lenny growled seductively.


I couldn’t believe the young buck was actually laughing as the bucket slowly lowered, tugging at his fat balls. Taking him up on his dare, I handed Bruce my credit card and told him to keep the tab running, as I picked up two of the heaviest weights. The metal balls were barely larger than billiard balls but felt like they were made of solid gold! They were so much heavier than they looked that my brain was actually confused by the disconnect between the small object I was seeing and the feeling of such heavy weight.


Myself, Reggie, Jack, and several of the businessmen tossed in our weights where they landed with metallic clanking and forced the bucket to lower slightly. Some of the balls missed, but most landed right on target, causing the bucket to slowly lower. Lenny’s balls were already low hangers, but they were starting to get quite stretched by the bucket and the ever-growing weight stacked within. Some of the men watching were cheering us on, rubbing the bulges in their slacks as they watched Lenny’s slow un-manning, anxiously waiting to see how much more the college jock could take.  In order to avoid the fun being over too quickly, Bruce enforced a strict time limit between a guy’s toss attempts, but no one was deterred. Instead, everyone waited the several minutes between their turns to admire the hunk’s increasingly stretched nutsack and tensing muscles on full display.


Shit! I thought gleefully. By now virtually all the weights being thrown were landing and those that didn’t were quickly followed by flawlessly aimed throws.


The bucket was nearly a quarter full and when I glanced at the table I noticed most of the heaviest weights were gone. His nuts had to be hurting something fierce!


CLANK


CLANK


There it is! I saw Lenny biting his lower lip and could see his knees starting to shake as he fought the urge to squat to take some of the weight off his sack. The others noticed too, and soon multiple eyes were fixated on Lenny’s ass, knowing any moment it was about to be ravaged by the giant dildo.


Uh huh! He's startin' to break, I thought.


“Strep right up! Step right up!” I encouraged the watching men.


By now Bruce had written new prices, multiple times higher, on the price tags but everyone gladly paid. We have to keep piling them suckers into the pail, I cheered.


Aha! Now the pain was starting to show his adorable face. He couldn’t flex his knees to lower the pail because the dildo, which was already kissing his ass, would plow into him. He ain't going nowhere.

CLANK. CLANK. CLANK.


By now we had implemented an even longer period between individual turns but the pace of the weight increase hardly stopped. His massive nuts were stretched more than twice their usual hang and I had to say I was impressed. Those huge suckers were carrying a lot of weight and the bucket was barely half full.


Lenny started grunting and breathing heavily, causing his powerful torso to heave, but he wasn’t asking us to stop. We purposefully kept our volunteers ungagged so that the minute things got too deep, they could call out the safe word, collect their money, and limp home battered but otherwise intact. 


The skin on his sack was stretched so far that his balls were bulging at the bottom of his sack and his scrotum was getting thinner and thinner. Lenny’s nuts were blood red and looked like they were going to pop out of the bottom of his sack!


CLANK


The prices rose again and the men gladly paid, now focusing entirely on the extremely expensive heaviest weights.  The jock was groaning and moaning and finally, his knees buckled slightly.


“Fuck!”


He let out a throaty moan as he sank and the dildo invaded his ass. First one inch, then two. He sank more and more and the massive dildo practically destroyed his hole as more weights were tossed into the bucket. I chuckled. He was being fucked for no benefit because the weight on his stretched sack was still the same, it didn’t matter if he was a few inches closer to the ground. Nevertheless, I was enjoying watching the young man being slowly impaled as his nuts were screaming in his sack.


CLANK


Several of the heaviest weights landed one after another into the pail. Lenny was really starting to squirm and I nodded in approval. More weights had his beautiful dark eyes really starting to pop out of his head, but through it all, he was grinning - impressed by his own fortitude and drunk with hubris. 


“More!” he roared between deep moans and grunts.


My audience was happy to oblige. Suddenly Lenny let out a piercing scream as his balls were pulled even further toward the ground and his knees were quivering, trying to avoid sinking any further as the dildo rammed into him. He started to right himself, relieving the pressure on his hole but quickly sank again. I laughed. The kid was literally fucking himself.


That’s when Harry, one of my more aggressive helpers, walked up to him, grabbed him by his matted black hair, and stared him down.


“Had enough, asshole?”


Everyone hovered near. Lenny had already racked in quite a bit of cash and his balls had taken more abuse than most expected. I expected him to say ‘stop’ or ‘no more’. Instead, he grunted and smiled at Harry who smiled back maliciously and stepped aside. Several more weights landed, the bucket was nearly full and Lenny’s nuts suddenly sank much, much lower. It was as if something had actually snapped in his sack.  


He screamed in agony and pleaded for us to stop. But through his babbling, I didn’t hear the safe word, so I instructed my paying customers to continue their fun. Lenny’s eyes bugged out as more and more weight was added until suddenly Lenny threw his head back and let out a guttural, agonized scream and his knees gave out.


I looked at him wide-eyed. Nearly a foot of the dildo slammed into his ass and Lenny screamed out as he tried to brace himself from falling further. The bottom of the bucket was nearly touching the ground and it was clear that if Lenny kept falling his jock manhole would be destroyed. Not wanting the fun to end too quickly, I instructed Harry to grab the bucket to take the pressure off Lenny’s purple, stretched ball bag. 


Lenny sighed and slowly started to right himself, and he was actually moaning in pleasure as the toy slowly withdrew from his ass. The watching group cheered as Bruce read off the amount of money Lenny had raised after only a single round. Lenny, exhausted and racked with pain, smiled but it was quickly replaced with a scream as Harry - being the asshole that he is - let the bucket drop from his hands. Lenny’s screaming nuts were instantly tugged with the full force of the bucket which was an entirely different experience than having weights gradually applied. 


“Oooh! Fuck!”


Lenny screamed and his body writhed as Harry finally unhooked the bucket from the ring around Lenny’s balls. The bucket landed with an extremely loud thud, a testament to how much weight Lenny’s bull nuts had actually been carrying. That was the end of round one. Lenny knew he could take his winnings and run and I walked up to him grinning.


“Not bad for a start, but this was just the beginning. This afternoon we’re having the real high rollers come in,” I whispered into his ear.


Lenny’s cock which had been flaccid the whole time actually started to swell up with excitement. Needless to say, I was impressed. 


“Bring it on!” he snarled back.


Jack and Bruce helped Lenny off from the pillar and several guys congratulated him and gave him high fives before leaving. Lenny sat with an ice pack on his swollen, sore balls waiting for the second wave of the audience to arrive. Unlike the first group, the guys coming for round two had to pay a significant entry fee just to attend, to say nothing for the ala carte pricing to take turns on Lenny’s jock nuts once the games resume.


Although it had taken myself, Bruce, Jack, and Harry a bit to get the stage set for the next round, for Lenny the time seemed to fly by. I guess he wanted even more time to nurse his oysters. Too bad for him.


Harry ushered in the waiting men. They were big, flush with cash and ready to pay, and Lenny was laid on his back on a low table ready for his ‘treatment’ to raise even more money. His legs were spread out, tied of course, and his neck was just at the edge of the table so that his head could hang down a bit over the side. Lenny’s strong arms were pulled behind his torso and secured to the table so that he was splayed out like the Vitruvian Man. The crowd hungrily eyed his sculpted body and were all particularly turned on by his red, huge balls resting on the table between his legs. They were some of the biggest to ever be volunteered and several of the men nodded approvingly at the selection as their sick minds raced with all the naughty things they wanted to do to this bound muscle hunk. As everyone got settled, Reggie pulled his thick hard cock out of his jeans and hovered it over Lenny’s mouth and much to the delight of the crowd Lenny stuck out his tongue trying desperately to catch it with his lips. 


I scanned the crowd, mostly regulars, mostly skewed younger. Business managers, lawyers, guys who wear ties to work. Not to say that they were wimps. Far from it. They were all pretty well built and ready to play. Without ado, I announced round two’s commencement and was met with thunderous applause.


Harry was starting them out with what we considered the light stuff. For a fee they each could take turns using a cattle prod to zap Lenny’s rocks three times. It had a built-in kill switch after five seconds, so the worst the jock could get would be a total of fifteen seconds worth of shock with a small reprieve in between jolts. Though I was sure each burst of electricity was going to feel like an eternity. Three guys offered to pony up the somewhat high cost of this round, most no doubt saving their cash for the rest of the show. 


The first guy was a handsome gentleman in a white shirt and tie who looked to be around Lenny’s age. I had seen him before and wasn’t surprised that he’d be first in line at any price. As he walked by me to reach for the cattle prod, I caught a whiff of his cologne. He even smelled rich!


The sadistic businessman immediately plunged prod toward Lenny’s nuts, causing the big eggs to quiver and bounce as bolts of electricity fried his plumbing.


“Aaaah!” 


Lenny thrashed around the table screaming, showing off every ripple of his young body as the businessman finished up his turns. Lenny’s balls had turned an even angrier shade of red and were literally still squirming from the first jolt before the next guy was handed the prod. He was a young blonde who gave the first player a high five as he took the charged prod in his hand and waved it over Lenny’s balls.


Lenny lifted his head up and looked over his body toward his balls and managed to get out a labored grin. I couldn’t believe the balls of this kid - literally and figuratively!


The blonde scold and jammed the cattle prod so hard into Lenny’s nut sack Lenny wasn’t sure which hurt more; the blunt force of the impact or the sizzling of electricity. The crowd and I hooted as Lenny’s boys were thoroughly shocked eliciting humorous, girlish squeals from the bound jock.


Next up was another regular, a middle-aged muscular dude who looked like he could have destroyed Lenny’s family tree with his bare hands, let alone with a highly charged metal rod. He gripped the rod and powered it up, his face blank as he slowly lowered it toward Lenny’s steaming pods. The anticipation was killing Lenny as he looked down waiting for the slow-moving rod to finally make contact with his nuts...


“Oh fuck! Fuck!”  Lenny shouted and thrashed around.


The man did this two more times, making Lenny wait an agonizing time between shocks, before handing the rod back to Harry. Lenny’s chest was heaving up and down and his smooth sack looked like it had gone a few rounds as a speed bag in a boxing gym, but the stud was grunting and egging us on, eager to keep the cash flowing. I eyed Lenny’s fat, oblong nuts anxious to see how much more they could take.


Harry pulls out his phone and instructs the men to pull out the raffle tickets they’d been handed at the door. He tapped a button on the phone and announced that the lucky number was fourteen.


There was an excited shout as a burly man held up his ticket and approached Harry to claim his prize.  Harry adjusted some knobs on the cattle prod’s control box before handing the prods to the man and Bruce hands the guy a pair of dice. Everyone knew this was one of our special ‘bonus rounds’ where the normal rules - including safe words - were suspended for however many seconds were rolled on the dice.


The big man was so excited he nearly dropped the dice before tossing them onto the table where they bounced off Lenny’s reddened nuts. It was twelve.  He smiled as he held the prods in his hands and Harry energized them. The machine hummed; Harry had turned up the juice to nearly maximum and inactivated the safety switch. It would shock and fry until they were removed... in twelve seconds.


The crowd started to count down as he proceeded to press the prods deep into Lenny’s balls, causing the fat orbs to flatten and dimple at the same time they were being utterly roasted.


“Twelve....”


Lenny’s eyes grew huge - he clearly was not prepared for the increase in voltage - and he actually started drooling on himself and shaking his head so violently it looked like his neck might snap.


“Eleven...”


His balls were getting flatter and turning a nasty shade of purplish-red as electricity coarse through every fiber and membrane inside his sack. 


“Ten...”


Lenny was becoming hysterical as his balls became his entire world.


“Nine..”


I swore I could smell cooking meat, though it was probably just my mind playing tricks on me.


“Eight...”


Several of the watching men were openly rubbing their cocks through the pants salivating at the sight of the utter destruction of Lenny’s lineage.


“Seven...”


Every muscle in Lenny’s body tensed so much that he looked like a living Adonis statue. It was quite a sight! This adorable, hunky college guy having his sex life snuffed out by the dual assaults of electricity and pressure.


“Six...”


Lenny screamed and sobbed. I swore I heard him try to get out the safe word, but couldn’t be entirely sure. Or maybe I was and was just enjoying the show too much to care.


“Five...”


The sexecution was nearly over but to Lenny we might as well strapped those prods on his nuts years ago since that’s probably how long it felt to him. 


“Four...”


The burly guy unleashing the cattle prod was pressing so hard that the girthy nuts underneath were turned into dense, thick patties resisting any further deformation and literally on the cusp of bursting. This was a big man and he was putting every ounce of his strength - and his weight into the action.


“Three...”


Lenny was hoarse from screaming but was still thrashing violently. I glanced at Jack and Reggie making sure they were in a position to react should Lenny actually succeed in rocking the heavy table over.


“Two...”


The stud’s testicles were on the cusp of breaking just under the pressure being pushed down on them. Lenny howled as he felt a slight popping sensation come from his right nut.


“One!”


Lenny’s body went limp as the man pulled the prods away at exactly twelve seconds. The men watching cheered and scooted closer to inspect the results. Even I winced when I saw Lenny’s fat, burgundy sack slowly plump back into shape. They looked like they were swollen twice their size so looked especially huge.  I walked up and took one of his nuts in each hand, giving them a rough squeeze as I rolled them under my thumb. Everything was fine. Some broken surface blood vessels left nasty welts and bruises - and the sudden ‘popping’ sensations as they were forming surely gave the young man a freight - but nothing was permanently damaged, at least not yet. I ignored Lenny as he writhed and screamed for me to let go of his balls and I looked at him with clearly fake empathy.


“Just have to make sure we didn’t break anything before the next round.”


Lenny’s chest heaved and he looked at me in dazed confusion.


“You know when we get into the real heavy stuff.”


I gave Lenny’s right nut a devastating squeeze and the handsome stud briefly blacked out. I released his balls and walked over to give him a quick slap in the face. He stirred back to life as Bruce walked over holding a calculator. Lenny’s eyes bulged and his pain-wracked face lit up in a goofy smile as he found out just how much money he had already collected. I told him be could collect and run now, or stick around for I liked to call the Hell Session. I could see the gears of his young mind turning before he responded.


“Hell yes!”


--


Lenny was remarkably calm as we led him back to the pillar where the fun had all started. Several of the watching men filed out, unable to afford even the ‘donation’ to stay and watch. The second round had been somewhat short but the audience was willing to pay up for the chance to soak in the visual to fuel their mental spank-banks. Now it was on to the heaviest fun of the evening. 


To streamline the process, Bruce was selling tokens for the various games upfront. That way guys didn’t have to interrupt the flow to take a turn on Lenny’s battered nuts, just hand over their prepaid tokens. Jack and Harry were trussing Lenny to the pole like before - sans dildo. Instead, we used thick leather straps across his broad torso to hold him tightly to the pole. He couldn’t slouch if he tried. And to make the next game more fun, we stretched his legs out wide and tied his feet to concrete blocks, forcing his muscular thighs wide open and letting his danglers waft in the open air. 


“We’ve reached red level, folks!” Bruce called out. 


The handful of guys who remained whooped in delight. Lenny seemed confused and I just grinned at him mischievously. Lenny didn’t realize it but ‘red level’ meant that the proceeds had gotten so high that the safe word Lenny could use to stop no longer applied. I glanced over at Bruce who was taking a huge bundle of cash from the handsome tie-wearing gentleman from earlier who had been the first to fry Lenny’s eggs. The man, who I later found out was named Walter, gave me a cheeky grin as we proceeded to start the next game.


Lenny screamed bloody murder as Harry walked in holding a rifle pointed at his chest. 


“What the fuck! No!”


Lenny attempted to break free which only caused his balls to bounce and all of us to laugh. Of course, it wasn’t an actual rifle, it was an air rifle that shot bursts of compressed air at a target. Lenny realized it too after his initial hysteria died down though he was hardly relaxed.


Four of us paid our tokens, with the others opting to just watch, and lined up at a marking a few feet from Lenny. According to the manufacturer, this was just short of the distance where ‘serious injury to unprotected persons could result’. Lenny didn’t realize the significance of the distance but Harry and I did and we nodded at each other.


The first player took the rifle and stood at the line. He took careful aim as Lenny tensed up in anticipation.


KA-POW!


Even I was startled at the loud echoing sound.  


“Oooowww!”  Lenny let out a hideous screech as his balls were pummeled by the powerful blast of air.


“Nice shot!” 


The next gentleman took the rifle and his sweaty finger lingered over the trigger for a moment before firing.  Lenny grimaced and screamed as his ball sack bounced wildly. They were still bouncing by the time the third shot struck his shattering baby-makers.


Lenny was sobbing and writing but that only succeeded in making his bouncing nuts even more of a target. I took a steady aim...


BOOM! BOOM!


I pulled the trigger once. Then once again on ‘accident’ and his nuts were pummeled, bouncing like something from a cartoon. They really did look like they were going to be blown clean off. Lenny’s body was glistening with sweat and the sight of his muscles and his big, dangling nuts was enough to make the tie-wearing gentleman hand Bruce some tokens and take the rifle. 


He smiled coldly as he fired.


BOOM!


Lenny screamed as his balls were knocked backward.


BOOM!


The hung stud’s eyes nearly came out of his sockets.


BOOM!


A large welt erupted across Lenny’s already bruised left nut.


Walter whispered something to Bruce who nodded in agreement. As we lined up to take our next round I realized that everyone had taken several steps closer. The barrel was just inches from Lenny’s dangling nuts and the stud screamed and begged.


“No! Stop! That’s too fucking close you’re gonna...”


“We’re gonna what? Crack your eggs open? I like to get what I pay for,” Walter hissed.


He grabbed the gun and pointed it at Lenny’s balls, not like there was much need to aim at this distance. Lenny begged and tried to escape, causing his balls to bounce so wildly that they actually touched the barrel a few times.


BOOOOM!


“Aaaaaah!”


Lenny’s testicles were nearly blown apart and there were still four more of us left.  The next four shots were equally devastating and Lenny’s balls were being pelted by the force of four powerful punches so violent that the resulting swinging of his sack was itself painful. Ironically, Lenny’s balls were so large and heavy that their own weight was causing tremendous pain as they bounced around. Lenny looked like he was going to be sick.


Harry walked up and examined his big door-knockers, declaring them to feel fine despite their swollen, bruised and discolored appearance. Lenny squirmed as Harry took the rifle and handed each guy a heavy wooden paddle.


“You guys! I think I’ve had enough...”


“Nonsense, these gentlemen paid for an experience.” 


I shouted as Reggie crouched down between Lenny’s legs.


“No refunds,” Walter grinned.


Lenny howled as Reggie grabbed his sack and pulled his balls several inches lower than their natural low hang, putting on a dozen jelly-like thick rubber rings around his sack forcing his balls to the very bottom of his sack. It was quite the vision! A young, athletic, good looking man with huge, swollen balls that were trapped away from his body looking especially inviting to the men left in the barn. Lenny’s rocks were literally the perfect target. 


We each took turns wailing on Lenny’s baby makers, getting in one smack each before going to the end of the line. Trapped as they were, Lenny’s balls had no choice but the absorb each blow in its entirety, every ounce of energy going into turning his balls into jelly 


WHOOSH!


CRUNCH


Lenny’s balls were turning an unhealthy shade as blow after blow rained down on them. We weren’t even giving them any reprieve, it was just one guy taking a swing, then the next and the next over and over. Lenny’s balls started to swell even more and I noticed that they felt slightly less firm with each impact. Lenny was hysterical, writhing and screaming out the safe word - totally horrified when he realized we weren’t going to stop.


After a dozen rounds, Harry walked up to the heaving stud and fondled his nuts. He reported that they did feel much softer, but were otherwise okay.  


“Damn, nobody’s popped one yet,” 


Walter looked legitimately disappointed but I was sure that by the end of the night we would snuff out any hope for Lenny Juniors. We went several more turns pounding Lenny’s spuds until the poor jock was nearly delirious and his balls were giving notably more resistance with each blow. 


“Knock them out of the park!”


CRACK


Walter’s eyes lit up as a large crack formed across the face of his paddle. It had literally broken under the nonstop pounding against Lenny’s testicles and we were all sure that by this point his rocks were starting to crack. I briefly considered calling it a day but these guys had paid good money and who was I to deny them a show?  Lenny’s head was drooped down and he barely struggled as Harry gathered up the paddles and prepared the next activity. By now the minimum donation just to watch was so high that the only guys left were myself, my helpers, Walter a few businessmen and a mean-looking redhead who seemed to be taking particular delight in ruining Lenny.


Lenny’s balls looked so destroyed that even I winced in sympathy as Harry and Reggie prepped him for the next game. He was basically a hunk of muscle being manipulated into position like a puppet, he was barely responding but I do recall him whimpering something along the lines of ‘please, I give up’. I pretended not to hear it.


Reggie and Harry carried Lenny back to the table and tied him down spread eagle, stretched his balls away from his body, and used a clamp to anchor them to the surface. They were purplish-red, bulging and totally defenseless and I was sure they wouldn’t survive too much more of this. That’s when Jack rolled out the Destroyer and I knew it was over.  


The Destroyer was just a hydraulic press with legs wide enough to straddle the table with a piston head the size of a saucer positioned perfectly over Lenny’s nuts. It took the guys a bit to get the contraption set up but when it was finished, the only thing stopping hundreds of pounds of force slamming down on Lenny’s nuts instantly was the mercy of the watching men. This was the real money maker, I thought.


Bruce explained the rules. Each guy could exchange their inordinately expensive tokens for a chance to push the button to make the press lower. The logic circuit had been purposefully damaged so that sometimes the press would function normally, sending all of its power into smashing the piston down, but usually, the machine would start to power up - making all the noises as if it was going to snuff out Lenny’s kids - only to power down without consequence.


I had seen studs tied up under it and a dozen button presses resulted in nothing more than lots of disappointed watchers and no damaged nuts. I had also seen an unlucky businessman trying to raise money to start a business have his junk pulverized after a single button press. It really was up to chance.


“I’ll go first,” 


Walter handed Bruce his token and pressed the button. His palms were sweating and everyone’s eyes were locked on Lenny’s nuts. By now Lenny had regained a bit of his senses and was screaming - looking down over this perfect torso at his fat nuts under the piston. It was obvious what would happen if the machine worked...


The motor of the hydraulic press fired up, the machinery began to grind. Pressure gauges sprang to life... and then nothing. The whole startup sequence took nearly a minute, probably the longest minute Lenny had ever lived through in his life. The giant piston hovered motionlessly. 


Next up was the handsome redhead. He handed Bruce his token and smashed his fist into the button. Maybe he thought pressing it harder would yield different results? Panic had jolted Lenny totally back into reality and he screamed and begged as the machine loudly powered up. We could hear air being socked into the motor, the piston seemed to vibrate. And then nothing. Another dramatic minute that ended without consequence.


“Fuck!”


The rest of us took our turns, breathlessly waiting after each press for the piston to slam down with pulverizing force. But nothing happened. Lenny screamed and writhed around, and everyone was enjoying just watching his flawless body not taking our attention off his doomed nuts. I had seen this press in action. It didn’t slam down instantly like in a cartoon. No, it lowered gradually until it made contact with the table obliterating anything that was in between.


Finally, Walter was out of tokens and he was actually pouting, pleading with Bruce to buy more. But this was the end of the show. After all, what’s the point of dragging it out if Lenny never stood a chance anyway? For most guys, the dramatic tension of watching a pair of balls on the brink of destruction was worth every penny, even if the stud wasn’t shooting blanks by the end of it. Walter pulled his cock out and started stroking as one after another we started running out of tokens and as more hands became free, more dicks were pulled out until Lenny was surrounded by hard dicks waiting to hose him down the second the piston started moving.


I couldn’t believe Lenny’s luck. Collectively we had pressed the button more than a dozen times and each time the machine seemed like it was going to roar to life before stopping. Each time the machine with release pressure through its valves, almost sounding like the beast of a machine was sighing that it hadn’t been able to crush Lenny’s balls into sixteenth of an inch thick, splattered disasters.


Lenny was begging with us, pleading for us to stop but I could see a growing sense of relief behind the mask of horror as more and more guys ran out of tokens. Finally, there was just one more attempt left. The redhead knew it was all on him. He would have the last press to try to activate the massive hydraulic press. His finger quivered and everyone - even Lenny - got quite in anticipation as he depressed the big red switch. The machine powered on, the piston seemed to move slightly. Gauges lit up. The startup sequence seemed to last longer than normal. This is it! I thought.


Lenny opened his mouth wide and let out a terrible scream as he realized that this might not be a fake-out. Walter shot his load all over Lenny’s chest, followed by another and another. Harry painted Lenny’s hair with jizz. I leaned in for a proper look at Lenny’s swollen eggs, knowing that they were about to be turned into a stain. And then it happened.


Mmmmmm..ssssss


The pressure leaving the machine actually sounded like a loud, defeated groan. Nothing happened. 


Lenny sighed in relief and actually started laughing hysterically. He had won. Although everyone was disappointed, rules were rules and I was already excited by the prospect of having Lenny back again based on how tough - and lucky - his testicles had been. Lenny could become a real money maker and judging by the broad grin on his face and his stiffening cock Lenny wouldn’t object to that. The erotic fear of being castrated mixed with the realization that everything would be fine was getting Lenny excited.


“Where’s my money, bitches!” he laughed. 


Although his balls were still aching terribly, he at least knew he’d be walking away with them and the college jock snapped back into his cocky, Devil-may-care self. The rest of the guys finished up, showering Lenny with cum as he egged them on, his own cock springing to its full nine-inch glory. It was quite the juxtaposition, his perfect, untouched cock towering over his abdomen while nearly a foot away from his isolated, stretched nuts look like they had gone through the wringer. I signaled for Reggie and Jack to start untying Lenny and all of the guys were congratulating him.


“Not gonna’ lie, man. I wanted to see your stones turned to powder. You put up a helluva fight,” 


Walter smiled as he took Lenny’s cock in his hands and started to pump it up and down. Reggie and Jack had barely started untying Lenny when they stopped to join the rest of us watch Walter power stroking Lenny’s cock. Lenny moaned in pleasure and Watler - and the rest of us - were clearly enjoying ourselves. If Walter couldn’t pop Lenny’s nuts, at least he could help the handsome stud get his rocks off. 


“You’re such a fucking hot jock!”


Walter knelt down to kiss Lenny as he continued to stroke his cock and Lenny’s dick throbbed even harder. It was such a fucking hot thing to watch and I was sure Walter was going to be asking Lenny for his contact info so they could continue the fun privately. By the look of it Lenny would gladly accept such an invitation. It was a fitting end to a wild day and I looked around at all of my satisfied customers... that’s when I noticed it.


The world around me seemed to crawl into slow motion. I shouted something, I don’t remember what exactly, and made a lunge forward. The red-headed bastard taking advantage by the fact that everyone - including my staff - was distracted by Walter making out with Lenny, had slithered over to the control panel and punched the mushroom button. The machine roared to life. 


“What the fuck!” 


I moved toward the man but was beaten there by Bruce. The redhead punched Bruce in the face, sending him falling to the floor with a broken nose. 


“Bruce!”


Walter stopped stroking Lenny’s cock and looked at him in genuine terror. There was another chance that Lenny’s nuts were going to crack, which just a few minutes ago Walter would have loved to see but now he had other, more sensual plans for them.  Walter looked over at the control panel and saw my guys scuffling with the ginger. Reggie was desperately trying to stop the machine as it continued to roar to life.  


“Dude! Help me!” 


Lenny screamed in horror and shock as the machine continued starting up. My guys couldn’t get it to power off and me and Jack frantically tried to move it so that the piston - should it actually fall this time - would collide harmlessly with the table away from Lenny’s nuts. It was no use. It had taken the guys using a dolly to get it into position and once there, it wasn’t going to move easily.


“It’s moving!” 


I shouted in triumph before realizing we had scooted the machine the wrong way. It had gone up Lenny’s body and the piston was now hovering over his stomach as the machine continued to spring to life. Even during the commotion, I felt myself getting nauseated thinking about what would happen if the hydraulic press had crushed Lenny’s abdomen. 


“I don’t wanna’ die! Please! Help!” Lenny was hysterical.


His guts would literally squirt out like chunky mustard and he was trembling in fear. I had never had anyone actually die during these charity events - especially in such a hideously cruel way - and I wasn't about to start. We were successful in moving the machine so that the piston was back over his nuts, but it refused to nudge further, instead, Lenny’s balls were perfectly positioned under it.  Walter said reassuring things to his new potential fuck-buddy as he and the others desperately tried to untie Lenny and the machine continued roaring to life. And then it happened. There was a groan and the machine sighed. Thank God, I thought before I realized that the piston was moving! 


“Get him loose! Get him loose!”


By now everyone except the redhead has clawing at the straps and ropes holding Lenny in place. I glanced over to see that the motherfucker was actually grinning, standing over Lenny and staring at his balls.


“Aaaah!”  Lenny let out a scream that rendered everyone silent.


The piston had come into contact with the top of his sack and was continuing to press down. 


“No! No!”  


Lenny wailed and screamed but it was no use. We couldn’t get Lenny untied, the machine wasn’t responding to commands and there wasn’t anything more to do at this point but watch as his enormous, round, battered nuts were flattened.


“Ooooh!”


Gross wet popping and crunching sounds came out of Lenny’s sack as it was flattened to half its girth, compressed under the head of the piston.


“Christ! Do something! Please!” Walter pleaded. 


He actually tried to grab the piston with his bare hands, pulling up on the column with all his might but his efforts were completely ignored by the machine.


Everyone knew throughout the day there had been a chance Lenny’s balls might become history. But this was unfair and everyone watching - except for the redhead - was horrified by what was about to happen.


“Pleeeeeease!” 


That was the last sound resembling a word Lenny got out before he started screaming and babbling like a wounded animal. It was gut-wrenching. By now we were all resigned with the fact that Lenny’s family tree was about to end.

POP

SPLITSH


SPLOOOOTCH


Lenny’s fat nuts were only a quarter of their normal size as the piston slowly lowered. They got flatter and flatter the sounds making it obvious that they were already destroyed. Lenny’s tough spuds tried to hold their shape for as long as possible, but the constant crushing pressure was finally too much and his sack blew apart, sending chunks of testicular matter flying. Walter, who I thought was the most hardcore among us, turned away and vomited.  Lenny passed out as chunks of his shattered testicles were ejected outward, spilling out from under the piston. 


CRU-SPLA-OOOTCH


Finally, the piston came to a stop, resting on the tabletop. Lenny’s balls were history. Some of the biggest, fattest man pods I had ever seen were now nothing more than a pile of hamburger-looking goop. Despite the circumstance, I - and most of the other men - couldn’t help but get hard looking at it.


“Bastard!”


Walter lunged at the cackling redhead, knocking him to the ground and was joined by the rest of the paying members as my staff and I promptly turned toward tending to Lenny.  


“Help! No!”


I ignored the redhead as he was mercilessly pounded until he was barely able to scream. It took Harry, Jack, Bruce, and myself to carry Lenny toward our waiting medical tent. We’d handled ruptured nuts before - even hideously exploded situations like Lenny’s - but never after the night was supposed to be over.


I turned back toward the group who was beating the redhead into a pulp and smiled as I heard Walter shout out:


“Let’s get him strung up! Time to play ball!”


As we tended to the passed out stud my crew and I smiled as the redhead let out a horrified scream followed by the crowd cheering in delight. 


“How much do you wanna’ bet that guy’s balls are toast?”


We all chuckled.


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